Biva

The most anomaly and secretive scientific project in history, VILER-D was being aborted because of failure. No human trial of the experiment was alive. Unexpectedly at the last moment before it completely closed down, an infant of fifteen weeks survived. Nobody knew what changes the child would go through...
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The secrets of having superpowers and highly sensitive senses have haunted me for a long time.

I feel as if someone is controlling my mind and body. My feelings, reactions and character modify with the passage of time.

After surviving the attempted assassination, I, Biva, found clues regarding my abnormality.

I disguised myself so I could live peacefully without disturbances. But sadly, to survive in the cruel world, I have to find my identity and eliminate the danger.

I have no choice but to strike back, be ruthless, and take revenge on those who hurt me or my dearest one.

I don't want to live as a prisoner. I aspire to be free and soar in the sky.

Despite everything, someone in the dark, my shadow, attempts to deprive me of my desires.

Will my wish to find my parents, feel unconditional love and care ever be fulfilled?

## It's my journey to find who I am and explore the mysteries behind my mysterious evolution with my fellow partners.##

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"Biva, did you have a hand in the destruction of Wega?"

"Why only a hand? I solely destroyed it."

"WHAT? That was my blood, sweat, and tears; my entire life; WHY? Are you a psychopath, Biva?"

"Maybe I am....."
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Note: This is an original story written by me.
Disclaimer: The cover is edited by me but I don't own the pictures. Credit goes to the owner.

The Mysterious Evolution

"Boss, Even when you are more than ten years younger than me I very much want to stay by your side. Your presence only can even give me the motivation to move on. Boss, do you hate my birth?"

"Yeah, I never divulge others' opinions on me but I really want to hear yours."

I stayed silent for a moment, stood up, and walked to the window. Outside on the ground, the gang's other members were enjoying their life in their own ways. I can understand his shackles, no choice of return, and had to do situation.

"Did you choose to be born from a womb of a prostitute mother or did your mother choose to be in the brothel in the first place?" I didn't answer but instead questioned him.

The photograph of Riz